Poll

Columns

Last week my husband and I went to dinner. A simple, pleasant dinner, until I heard “it.”
“It” was the remark that the paper, this paper, had printed false information about a particular person. I didn’t catch the person’s name they were referring to but I would have liked to know. The few key words I did catch were “in jail, meth and wrongly accused.”

Often times, New Year’s resolutions consist of weight loss, money management and various other personal goals.

People often fail to acknowledge resolutions that are fairly easy to implement. For example, in today’s society I see a lack of respect for mankind. Respect is an easy thing to give and most people were taught at an early age to “treat people how you would want to be treated.”

Instead I see violence, slander, theft and turmoil that seem to overpower the kindness that some people extend to others.

“Traditionally” a lot of people make resolutions at the beginning of each new year on the calendar.
This year, I started making some starting Dec. 1. Why now? Maybe it has been in part to celebrate surviving eight months of a very intense schedule, going full speed all the time. Maybe it is just a streak of perversity, a type of push back to all the “you have to” messages coming at us from too many directions. Whatever ….

How are you sir? I’m fine. Since you’re a nice guy will you give the homeless houses to live in or money please? If I’ve been bad sorry cause I want toys and other stuf. How is Ms. Claus? Is she doing good? I hope so, if she isn’t than I’m sorry. How old is Rudolph? I bet hes old. If hes dead, than sorry. So what about his parents. Same thing I said last time. And say to the reindeer that I said “hi.” List of toys fish and make it were I can go to my dads and more toys. And well leave you some milk and cookies.

A couple of weeks ago, Tim Meredith contacted The LaRue County Herald News, seeking information about a token.

His letter said: “A friend was searching through his pocket change for a soda and noticed a token from H.M. Bloyds Café, Hodgenville, in the mix. He, knowing I am a life-long resident of Hodgenville, gave it to me…. I wonder if anyone has heard of the business and possibly the location and era. The token lettering is in very good condition and the beer must have been cheap.”

When I was a child I celebrated Christmas the same way children celebrate today. I demanded the most expensive gifts, never clothes, and if I didn’t get what I wanted I threw a fit.

After years of hearing my dad tell of how Christmas was when he was a kid, I finally woke up and listened.

Dad lived in the country, down a dirt road, in Stephensburg. My Mamaw and Papaw were poor as a pluck-feathered hen. Papaw worked in the rock quarry down the road and Mamaw stayed home, raising eight kids in a two-bedroom house on a piece of land they called their home.